Rusger Oneshots

Soup

Oooh I cannot resist a little angst :))

Spoiler: Sick is also angst nyehehe (Although it'll take a while to write...)

I hope you enjoy reading!

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Today had been a long day, even for Germany, as he stumbled through their front door at 8pm after exactly 12 hours in the office, schedule jammed packed with busy meetings and organizing paperwork, leaving him exhausted but somewhat satisfied with his accomplished productivity.

It had clearly been longer for Russia, though. Germany noticed the first sign of trouble when he was met with a silent, empty house. That wasn't normal. His feelings of satisfaction dropped to his stomach, replaced by anxious worry. Golden eyes flinted rapidly through his surroundings as he shut the door behind him, quick footsteps pacing through the living room and kitchen to find no signs of life.

Russia had to be here though, his heart starting to pound faster in his chest. He had to. Germany had imagined coming home to find rest and peace after work, needing his boyfriend's love. And he was sure now that Russia must need him too, if not more. He needed to find him first.

What happened, what's wrong. Where are you. He didn't raise his voice, not yet, but in his mind he cried out, trying to seek out any sign, a rising desperation making him think erratically, imaging the worst.  

He dropped his belongings in a messy pile onto the dining table, and immediately spun around to get to the stairs. All the lights were off, and it was dark in the stairwell, a momentarily feeling of being boxed in made his heart tense with fear, but he had to push on.

The office room was empty, but at least there, the lights were on, and the chair was spun slightly out of place. Their bedroom door was closed. Germany immediately made a beeline for it, hands closing around the doorknob.

"Russland?" He called out softly, his voice immediately betraying his fears. It sounded shaky, uncertain. Germany couldn't made himself wait long enough, hands twisting and pushing his way in.

Russia wasn't like this. This silence, it was- void. And neither of them had been void for a long time, not since they had each other. Germany wished that he had been there for him today. 

He was still in work attire, a dress shirt and black slacks. And he was curled in a tight ball, laying on his side over the blankets, the tension visible in his back and his shoulders. Germany's heart ached for him, no matter how many times he'd seen him like this.

"Russ. Mein schatz." He said quietly, making his way over to him, hands outstretched. For him, for himself. He knew not to touch too fast though, choosing to sit down at the edge of the bed, getting a better look at Russia and his open, ice blue eyes.

He wouldn't have been asleep, but he could hope that he had been. Sleep would be better than staring into nothing, trapped in memories and thoughts and guilt. Russia was in a troubled daze, though, seeming to notice that he was here, but still locked in place. Haunted by something.

Germany's hands brushed his arm, and he seemed okay with the touch, drawing in a soft breath. He reached further, holding his shoulder, half-leading Russia into a upright position. His white hair was in a wild, tangled mess. And Germany knew the sensation of dried-up tears all too well as he brushed his fingertips over his cheek, lip trembling slightly before he spoke. "What happened."

Russia's blue eyes flickered, a faint hue of red still clouding them, bloodshot. He swallowed with some difficulty, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Long day." Russia answered in a hoarse, tired voice. He didn't mean to, but it made Germany crack a faint smile. He quickly pressed a brisk kiss to his forehead, fingertips resting on his chin.